Not chains nor shackles,
Not prison cell,
No guards nor wardens.
Yet trapped in a greater confinement.

Restricted from the percept of delight,
Stifled by the urge to be heartfelt,
Enraged by the desire to not care,
Yet letting the cares of the world suppress.

Light pierced through walls crack,
Weights lifted like it was nonexistent.
Skipping like lambs.
Oh, it was just an illusion

© Idiopoet